Veritas is indeed only listening with half an ear. Knowing where food is located is reassuring. Knowing about meat tomato substitutes less so. Something he'll have to see for himself really since it's not like it's impossible without human intervention which is certainly an avenue of investigation to look into: the possibility that there is more to this walking abandoned vessel than meets the eye with several Amber Eras behind it. The ghostly presence that seemed to influence Aventurine resembled his knowledge of Astral Spirits; he'll have to confirm that testimony himself. Best not to let Aventurine get into trouble twice with that excursion seeing as he isn't sure entirely sure if what he experienced was because of the phenomenon he cited of if Nihility's influence was still stuck on his psyche…
Really he has to confirm everything being said here since he isn't sure he can trust a sleep deprived person's account as far as he can throw them. And he is not throwing Aventurine around anywhere at the moment for risk of scrambling his addled mind further than the lack of sleep and his previously sustained injuries did.
He only hums a noncommittal noise in response to Aventurine's admittedly correct assumption that Veritas wasn't fully buying into it. The two make it out of the elevator, leaving only a short trek to his room left, when a question Aventurine asks makes Veritas pause just past that elevator threshold.
"…" He retreats into a crevice in his mind reserved for deep introspection and reflection about the events that occurred after Aventurine's absence. The Charmony Festival proceeded as planned despite the gambler's efforts to expose the residents of Penacony to the possibility of death to rouse their awareness and anxiety in the Dreamscape. A false Robin was walking around handing out an ominous, decorative, flower lined button telling people to push it at the peak of festivities while assuaging worries, him included, causing him to scoff at the notion. Some more inane auditions and attractions were held as the Grand Theater was getting prepared for the main event of Penacony before…. Before…?
A dreadfully mundane dream of entitled, asinine exceptionalism played out before his eyes, shaking him to the very core.
His face twists into a complicated expression. He doesn't even know if any succinct recount of the events would stick to Aventurine in his current state much less feel at ease sharing with him his last waking moments filled with shame. Rather than give him a bigger headache now, it's better to cover their tracks after he's gotten enough sleep and rest… He sighs, shaking himself out of his stupor to continue the short trek forward with the promise to tell him more details when he woke up later noted and filed away.
"… I learned a new song." He cryptically answers. He's grown particularly fond of the song since waking up. Soothing. Perhaps it will help the man's manic mind wind down and get the rest he needs. "How did it go again?…" He's not a gifted singer by any means, but he can only hope taking Aventurine’s mind off of things would speed up recovery for a better conversation later. Patience is a virtue after all. He clears his throat, and the lyrics finds his way to the forefront of his mind slowly:
We glimpse, through our eyes, yet fools blind our sights. Can't make what they say. We'll find our way, we'll find our way.
He hums the rest of the song, not willing to put himself through the rest of the song's higher range. He'll leave that to the superstar. And does so until they're at Aventurine's door, waiting for him to unlock it.
this yapper and i only get a few spoken lines out of him
Veritas is indeed only listening with half an ear. Knowing where food is located is reassuring. Knowing about meat tomato substitutes less so. Something he'll have to see for himself really since it's not like it's impossible without human intervention which is certainly an avenue of investigation to look into: the possibility that there is more to this walking abandoned vessel than meets the eye with several Amber Eras behind it. The ghostly presence that seemed to influence Aventurine resembled his knowledge of Astral Spirits; he'll have to confirm that testimony himself. Best not to let Aventurine get into trouble twice with that excursion seeing as he isn't sure entirely sure if what he experienced was because of the phenomenon he cited of if Nihility's influence was still stuck on his psyche…
Really he has to confirm everything being said here since he isn't sure he can trust a sleep deprived person's account as far as he can throw them. And he is not throwing Aventurine around anywhere at the moment for risk of scrambling his addled mind further than the lack of sleep and his previously sustained injuries did.
He only hums a noncommittal noise in response to Aventurine's admittedly correct assumption that Veritas wasn't fully buying into it. The two make it out of the elevator, leaving only a short trek to his room left, when a question Aventurine asks makes Veritas pause just past that elevator threshold.
"…" He retreats into a crevice in his mind reserved for deep introspection and reflection about the events that occurred after Aventurine's absence. The Charmony Festival proceeded as planned despite the gambler's efforts to expose the residents of Penacony to the possibility of death to rouse their awareness and anxiety in the Dreamscape. A false Robin was walking around handing out an ominous, decorative, flower lined button telling people to push it at the peak of festivities while assuaging worries, him included, causing him to scoff at the notion. Some more inane auditions and attractions were held as the Grand Theater was getting prepared for the main event of Penacony before…. Before…?
A dreadfully mundane dream of entitled, asinine exceptionalism played out before his eyes, shaking him to the very core.
His face twists into a complicated expression. He doesn't even know if any succinct recount of the events would stick to Aventurine in his current state much less feel at ease sharing with him his last waking moments filled with shame. Rather than give him a bigger headache now, it's better to cover their tracks after he's gotten enough sleep and rest… He sighs, shaking himself out of his stupor to continue the short trek forward with the promise to tell him more details when he woke up later noted and filed away.
"… I learned a new song." He cryptically answers. He's grown particularly fond of the song since waking up. Soothing. Perhaps it will help the man's manic mind wind down and get the rest he needs. "How did it go again?…" He's not a gifted singer by any means, but he can only hope taking Aventurine’s mind off of things would speed up recovery for a better conversation later. Patience is a virtue after all. He clears his throat, and the lyrics finds his way to the forefront of his mind slowly:
He hums the rest of the song, not willing to put himself through the rest of the song's higher range. He'll leave that to the superstar. And does so until they're at Aventurine's door, waiting for him to unlock it.